Fragly Can't Croak!

Fragly Can't Croak

by

Donna O'Donnell Figurski


“Croook!” I want to croak like other frogs? thought Fragly.
 
But “Croook!” was all Fragly could say.  
 
“I’ll never be a normal frog,” she thought.
 
While the frogs played in the pond,
 
in reeds,
 
under leaves,
 
Fragly sat alone on her lily pad.
 
No one noticed her.
 
While the frogs croaked,
 
beeped,
 
and trilled,
 
Fragly sat alone on her lily pad.
 
No one noticed her.
 
Fragly’s eyes bulged,
 
her tongue thwipped.
 
She waved her front limbs frantically.
 
The log moved closer.
 
But the frogs played on.
 
They never noticed Fragly … or the log.
 
When Fragly bulged her eyes and “Croooked!
 
When she thwipped her tongue and “Croooked!
 
And frantically waved her limbs and “Croooked!  
 
The frogs saw the moving log getting closer and closer.
 
 They began to Croook too  …
                                                                                                                      
… until the log swam right out of their bog.
 
Hooray for Fragly!
 
No one ever ignored Fragly again.